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The cute girl with the cute gator stories was Carol's new favorite person (sorry Vic) and she was the only person keeping Carol remotely sane. They had formed a quick, easy bond in the couple of weeks since they'd met, and while Carol still wasn't sure if Rogue 'took after her moms', to phrase it delicately, Carol was like, drunk in her crush.

So when she invited Rogue for coffee in the late afternoon, it was a friend thing, but it also sort of wasn't; every minute felt like a date because Carol just wanted to kiss Rogue all the time. So she was sitting with her coffee and a gigantic cookie, and she was going to read a book and wait for Rogue, but the words had absolutely no meaning. So instead Carol looked at the cute blonde barista, and looked at the door to see if Rogue was coming in, and at the door again, and at the door again, and... well, you get the picture.
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It had taken time, but she'd gotten used to the little flashes she got from people as she brushed past them: the person they'd just kissed goodbye, the song they had stuck in their head, the taste of the blueberry danish they had every morning for breakfast. It didn't hurt her, now, the overwhelming flow of images-memories-emotions coming from the crush of bodies that was inevitable in the city. And it didn't hurt them, either, as long as Rogue kept moving, avoiding the sustained contact that would really trigger her powers.

Still, she was careful, and though it was September and still warm, she wore a long-sleeve black shirt under her cropped green tee, a hole cut in the end of each arm for her thumb so her fingers were the only exposed part of her hand. Rogue sat in a corner of the cafe with a course catalog open in front of her, iced coffee in one hand and an angry red pen in the other, swiftly crossing out the descriptions of the classes she couldn't even imagine taking. There were more crosses than not, which didn't bode well for this college experiment, regardless of what her mothers had said.

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